At night I fumble for cough drops
—–in the dark
In the dark
I hum the tune from high school days.
I remember one sunny afternoon
Mike and Walter walked across the school yard up to the front steps.
They had been in the car getting high.
Walter walked in slow circles riding in the melody singing “in the dark” over and over like a broken record.
Mike stood there like he had just climbed a mountain or he was waiting to receive his first gold medal.
The sun was shining on him and it seemed that for a moment anything was possible.
Walter on the other hand was still riding that melody but there was something guarded and sad in his voice.
These are the things I think on here
in the dark. Until the chorus of “dontcha need me” falls like lightning and the rain washes Mike back to Hawaii with his wife and who knows how many kids and Walter’s sad face stretches out across a brimming puddle into the unknown.